All that spirits desire, spirits attain.

Who can separate his faith from his actions, or his belief from his occupations?

Truth is like the stars; it does not appear except from behind obscurity of the night. Truth is like all beautiful things in the world; it does not disclose its desirability except to those who first feel the influence of falsehood. Truth is a deep kindness that teaches us to be content in our everyday life and share with the people the same happiness.

Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.

How beautiful to find a heart that loves you, without asking you for anything, but to be okay.

He who has not looked on Sorrow will never see Joy. [for without sorrow how would you know what joy is? Contrast provides peceptive clarity]

Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.